The Mafia Contract Series

Two days later, we are back in LA and head straight to Dimitri’s apartment in the city.

Wesley’s texts have become more abusive and now is the perfect time to head home.

As soon as we walk inside the penthouse, there is only one thing I want and as the door closes behind us, I growl, “If your clothes aren’t on that floor inside of a minute, I will ruin them forever.”

I start wrenching off my own and Louisa giggles as she follows my lead.

As soon as we are naked, I sweep her into my arms and almost run to the bedroom, kicking open the door and throwing her onto the bed.

She scoots back and stares at me with so much lust in her eyes, I don’t think I will last long and despite wanting to savor the moment, I just can’t and growl, “This is going to be quick, but I’ll make it up to you.”

Just watching her chest heave and her cheeks blush causes me to groan out loud and, dropping my head between her thighs, I swipe my tongue up her center, causing her to gasp loudly. Her legs shake as the wet heat beckons me inside and as I settle between her thighs, I growl, “I’m sorry baby, I can’t wait.”

Just experiencing her slick walls clench my cock almost makes me cum and I don’t know how I control the urge but groan as my cock enters paradise. Her low moan of passion hits me square in the heart and it feels so good to be inside my woman again. The past few days have been pure agony, and I know I can’t go through that again and if I don’t fuck Louisa every night for the rest of my life, I will consider it a life wasted.

As I thrust harder and faster, her legs wrap around my waist and my balls slap against the wet trail seeping from her drenched pussy. Her sweat runs to meet mine and I grab her ass and pull her in deeper, loving her cries of passion that were caused by me and lifting one leg, I drive even deeper and love how we mate like wild animals on silken sheets.

It’s a glorious coupling of depravity because the things I want to do to this woman is all I can think of right now.

I can tell she is close and so am I, but out of nowhere, the need to prolong this pleasure stops me from spilling into her.

As I pull out roughly, I roll her onto her front and love how good my cock feels rubbing down the crease of her ass. She gasps as I slap her hard on those plump cheeks and then groans when I dip my fingers to flick her wet clit.

Then I hold her down with one hand while I drive my cock in from behind and she arches up and pushes back onto it, causing me to roar. While fisting her hair, I wrench her head back and drive in harder and deeper, tugging on her glorious tresses as if I’m riding a pony. She screams as the orgasm hits her hard and as my own joins in, I pump hard and fast, squeezing every last drop of cum from my cock as I fuck her raw.

As I roll to the side, she gasps, “Fuck me, that was epic.”

Laughing, I pull her down to my chest and stroke her back in the first gentle act since we arrived back.

“I’m sorry, baby. I’ve wanted to do that since the moment we left. It’s been pure torture playing the respectful boyfriend when all I wanted was to tie you to my bed and fuck you on repeat.”

“Tie me to the bed.” She sounds shocked, but I hear a trace of desire in her voice, and I growl, “There are a lot of things I want to do to you and not all of them are strictly honorable.”

Remembering how wet she got when I slapped her ass tells me she won’t be averse to a rougher kind of love and the need in her voice makes me smile as she whispers, “I’ll look forward to it.”

Rolling her onto her back, I grip her wrists and raise them above her head and stare deep into her eyes with a promise.

“My love is fierce, rough, and deep. I will worship your body one minute and then plunder it the next. I will be rough and gentle, and I will show you things no decent girl would ever imagine. I want the whole of you, Louisa, and will give you the whole of me in return. There is nothing I won’t do for you and to you, and you have my word on that.”

The passion in her eyes tells me she’s happy about that and as I kiss her long, leisurely, and deeply, I am the happiest I have ever been in my life.

I WAS true to my word and by the time I shower and dress, I have fucked Louisa in every position and in every room and it’s doubtful if she can even walk straight. I love seeing the happiness in her eyes and the slight flush to her cheeks. The secret smile she gives me when I catch her attention and the soft way she touches me as our hands brush together. I love everything about this woman and especially the part where she’s mine. It’s still hard to believe that something good has come out of something so terrible it’s hard to talk about, but where we’re heading next may put that particular ghost to rest.

Louisa is exhausted and I’m not surprised. She kept up with my demands but needs to sleep now.

The light is fading, and she could use the rest, so I kiss her long and slowly as she lies wrapped in the silken sheets and says in a hoarse whisper, “Sleep now and restore your energy for when I return.”

“Do you have to go?” She looks anxious and I groan against her lips. “I need to check in with Wesley. Hopefully, he will make this easy for me, and as soon as I have what I need, you can make the call.”

Her eyes widen and I can tell she is nervous about our plan, but I need Louisa to see it through.

I whisper as I stroke her hair, “I won’t let anything happen to you. Your uncle won’t let anything happen to you and your father will kill us all if anything happens to you.”

She nods and I hate seeing the tears glistening in her eyes and I sigh. “This is my life, baby. It’s not much of one, but it’s all I know. I work in the shadows. It’s where I’m most at home and what I’m about to do is nothing I haven’t done countless times before. If you’re with me, you accept that part of me because I’m too far down this road to turn and head back.”

She bites her lip and looks so troubled I want to smash something. Instead, I stroke her like a puppy dog and whisper, “Sleep, and I’ll be back when you wake.”

As I tear myself away from her, I’m just grateful nobody knows about us yet. Knowing she is safe makes me relax a lot and as I leave the hotel and hail a cab, I set my mind to business. Mafia business and that spells trouble for my fucking biological father.

IT’S strange to be back. Just heading through the gates into the fortress I call home makes me shiver with revulsion. I can understand why Angelo remodeled his entire house when his father died. Ghosts of the past aren’t welcome in our future and I resolve to do exactly that when I rid the world of the scum that goes by the name of Wesley V asquez.

Silvio stops me as I head inside and smiles with relief. “Good to see you, Flynn, he’s been unbearable since you left.”

“Where is he?” I’m mildly curious and the disgusted expression on Silvio’s face tells me he’s indulging in his usual hobby again.

“Upstairs.” He raises his eyes. “He dragged some poor unfortunate girl off the streets and is making her life hell.”

As a gut-wrenching scream echoes down the staircase, I roll my eyes to the heavens. “He’s getting careless. He doesn’t normally bring them home.”

“She’s the second one this week. The first one is currently taking an acid bath in the basement.”

“I’ve had enough of this shit.” I growl ominously. “Are you with me?”

Silvio looks startled. “What do you have in mind?”

“To remove him from our lives forever.”

“But Massimo.” The fear in his eyes reminds me why Wesley has lasted so long. Every single one of his soldiers is living under the cloud of Massimo’s recriminations if anything ever happens to Wesley. It’s common knowledge that he would start a blood bath and murder every one of Wesley’s men if they ever turned against him, and yet the disgust in Silvio’s eyes tells me I can trust him.

“I wouldn’t worry about Massimo; I’m going to get him to do it for us.”

“How?” The hope in Silvio’s eyes makes me smile. “Watch and learn, my friend, and at the end of it, things will change for the better around here.”

Silvio nods and I brief him on what he must do and as I leave him to carry out my orders, I take the stairs two at a time with a firm grip on my hunting knife.NôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.

As I near my uncle’s bedroom, it sickens me to think of what’s happening inside and as I grab what I need from my own room, I steal like an avenging angel down the hallway and pray this goes according to plan.

Luckily, the bastard is making so much noise he doesn’t hear the door open, and he can’t even see it from his position facing the wall. I can just about make out in the moonlit room his naked body pounding into a woman who is tied to the bed and looks in a bad way. Even from here, I see the blood covering her body courtesy of the knife he likes to cut them with. As sadists go, Wesley is one who knows no boundaries and often cuts and chokes his victims to death, while brutally raping every part of them he can, sometimes for days.

They are both unaware of my presence and I have practiced hard for this moment. As I edge toward the bed, I count down in my mind and as he groans, and she utters a piercing scream, I seize my chance and slam the hessian sack over the bastard’s head, quickly tying it at the neck exactly as Vivian described he did to her. Karma is a bitch, and I will enjoy every minute of this.

The woman looks up in horror as Wesley bellows with rage and I place my finger on her lips and wink, causing her to stare up at me in hope. I grab my gun and knock Wesley across the side of the head, relishing his struggling body going limp in my hands. Then I tie his hands and feet together, looking in disgust at the flaccid body of a man who let it go years ago.

Gently, I untie the girl and whisper, “You’re safe, darlin’. Trust me, I’ve got you.”

She nods, the tears streaming down her face as she sobs in my arms.

Gently, I lift her off the bed and carry her from the room and call out to Silvio, who rushes immediately to my side.

“Take good care of her. Clean her up, give her money. A lot of money and make sure she has somewhere to go.”

“And the boss?”

Silvio looks worried about that, and I say angrily, “You leave Wesley to me.”

Turning back to the room, I can’t wait to see him try to talk his way out of this one and as I retrieve my phone, I type out a text to Louisa, who may not get it until morning.

Then I drag my uncle’s body behind me down the stairs to the cellar where he likes to bring his enemies to torture and take great delight in stringing him up against his own wall and leaving him to hang naked and out cold.

Slamming the door on him, I turn the key and hope the rest of the plan goes so smoothly. If it does, this will be a joy to watch.